I’d like to start this essay with an apology. An apology to my readers, some of whom reached out to ask when I would be writing again, but most importantly, an apology for myself because I let myself down. I love writing, and yet I do it less often every coming year. So many possible brilliant ideas have gone to waste because people do not act, and I am just as complicit in this phenomenon. Whether I am good at this craft or not, it is what I love to do, and it pains me not
